Elucidating Questions

Of course Paris is lonely, under the guise of the goddess whose loves always die young,

It seems to be going so well and there’s this one who reminds him of everything he ever wanted right there

Just out of reach

Did she come to him or go screaming?

The stories diverge, but under the thumb of the goddess

Who he loved, but she whisked him away, and if always seems to end the same way.

And the pane of glass that separates the worlds,

Men upon men who fought the battles

Thrown into chaos for love and war.

When it comes to love,

When it comes to it,

I am blind often, but walking the lines of peace so apologies pour out

They don’t work though,

Trying something else,

Paris is lonely,

Because we all love how love lies.